Hole in One

The man at the bank said, "Let's not talk percentages"

Fourteen hour days, still two mortgages

You asked the state for aid, they gave you an ad campaign

That didn't help

You took your family to join in the urban sprawl

You can't see the stars as well but you're near the mall

Don't know where you stand no more, in line at the convenience store

That's way too long

You used to work your land, fed a thousand mouths

Now you eat their shit for their money now

Emptied your heart to fill your bank account

Well I shouldn't talk, I'm just the same

Buy my records down at the corporate chain

I tell myself I shouldn't be afraid

But I am!

Adolescence made her an activist

Now she's the one who does all the lecturing

"Oh they got their eighteen holes, should tell them to dig one more

The dream is dead"

Won't eat their food or wear their clothes

Always wants to know where her money goes

But will shell it out for filling up her nose

So run it up, I'll run my mouth

Never mind the shit that I sing about

'Cause I'd sell myself to buy a fucking house

12,000 square foot, 4 car garage

Tennis courts, swimming pool in the a backyard

I know it can seem like a lot

That's why I pay someone to clean it up

Well, clean it up

MY BIG HOUSE!